Life, Love, and Disaster

I read a post on how "Love grows up," and realized the partial truth in that. I think about my past relationships and am astounded. But I'm not sure if Love grows up. I think Love grows ME up. Or maybe Love matures. But I'm not sure Love ever grows up. But then again maybe Love does grow up, but what happens if Love has grown up for me and hasn't grown up for someone else? Is it really Love...it has to be; yet, it will never be fulfilling. Love of that sort can only be affectionate and cause longing, but sadly, fulfillment is the goal; therfore, it fails to grow up.

hmmm.. very late...therefore I will save the history of the growing up of my love for later. I've realized that love has been growing up since third grade!!! :P